Sunday? I awakened as if in a time warp. My conscious mind was oriented toward the coming day at the office. Waking at 6AM, I left the house for Starbucks with the dawn barely showing to the east. In my dissociation, a day was missing. I glanced at the newspaper rack at Starbucks and…
Saturday morning at Starbucks, a song by the great Sam Cooke can be heard over the cacophony. Reading and writing here reminds me of my visit to a Zoo aviary; voices and objects in constant motion, rising and falling, chattering, calling, etc. This is life: constant motion. The words of Sam Cooke came to…
Stephen King makes his feelings about Kavanaugh very clear on Twitter Stephen King is no fan of Brett Kavanaugh. People across the world tuned in to watch Dr. Christine Blasey Ford and Brett Kavanaugh give their testimonies in front of the Senate Judiciary Committee on Thursday. And all across the world, people were tweeting…
Friday is the end of the work week. The weeks ends but in truth work does not end. Life is work. Sometimes work is nothing more or less than acceptance of the circumstances of life. All that I imagined, and wrote in yesterday’s post took place before the Senate Judiciary committee just as I…
Thursday and I awakened at 5:30AM. I couldn’t sleep because this is the Thursday of the awaited hearing. The complaint asserted by Dr.Christine Blaise Ford that the candidate for the Supreme Court attempted to rape her when they were students in high school will be heard by the Senate Judiciary Committee. I do not…
We attended a house party last night. A house party is a response to gather in a home for a convivial evening of conversation, food and drink, and in this case, a reflective interaction with the songs and stories of Scott Ainslie. There were many around me that I had not previously met. In…
On occasion while reading, a statement or a paragraph effects me like the booming, sympathetic vibration of a rung bell. These statements outlining a concept of “the soul” had precisely this impact. Almost no intellectual now-a-days, attempts to use the term “soul” let alone risks a cogent account. The soul,—an internal incubus, an ephemeral…
The weekend was intense. Like a remembered Christmas morning when I was 5 years old, with so much under the tree, — my child’s mind was suffused with delight. A friend, Peter passed on a tip that a extraordinary four person female band would be entertaining at the Buffalo Creek Brewing on Saturday night. …
Camera in hand I visited Kraklauer Creek yesterday. It is late September and the weather has barely cooled from the heat of summer. Yet, it is not the frost that brings the end of the season for the wild flowers growing in profusion on the creek bed. They appear to have a set life…
A few minutes ago I composed a brief email reply to a friend who expressed disillusion with the human race. Or in his words, “disgusted with people.” I know how that feels. I fall into that dark place on occasion. It is easy to do. Examples of mediocrity, stupidity, weakness and gratuitous violence abound. …
